Monterey Bay Aquarium
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So, I wrote a fic for Murderbot September that involved Three learning how to embroider and someone in the comments mentioned that they'd like to see my embroidery, so here's a photo dump of some of my favorite projects. I haven't been able to do much of it since I got my cats last summer (worth it), but I do miss it and am looking forward to when they're a little older/calmer and crafting is a possibility again!
fabulous as anticipated
i wish desperately i’d gotten a pic of one we passed offering squash, corn, and blubberies
I got to help this amazing couple at work. It was just pure chance, but I was who they walked up to. They said they wanted jewelry cleaned and that they had a hold they wanted to check on.
Let me set the stage. They were a couple in their fifties or so, he was wearing motorcycle leathers, he had skulls rings, tattoos; he was bristly and unshaven. She was dressed to the nines, full length dress, platinum blonde, $500 shoes, nails, all of it. The cognitive dissonance looking from one to the other was staggering.
She thought she needed to get her ring cut off, but I walked her through the best way to see if we could salvage it and we were able to get it off. I put it into the shop to be sized up, and then we got to work.
He handed me a solid gold pendant he’d been given from a mobster that was Jesus’ face with rubies for eyes and a ruby and diamond crown of thorns. (Dear god why didn’t they use any stone but rubies for the eyes?) And then they had me get their hold from the back. It was about 5k worth of diamonds in her ring, and an even thousand for his. It was for their 30th anniversary.
They left smiling and happy.
Today I had to call her and tell her that her ring couldn’t be sized up without destroying it, and that I’d have to specially order his ring in his size or we’d destroy that too. It’s a nerve wracking call to make, people can get so angry about bumps in the road.
But she just laughed and called me a dear. She came in bringing a small bottle of champagne for me and my girlfriend and we picked out a different ring to house her diamond. She radiated charisma and charm the whole time.
After a while she realized she didn’t have her car keys. She went outside to check on where she’d left them. After investigating she blithely came back in and asked for a step ladder so she could get through her sun roof as it turned out she’d locked her keys in the car. I loaned her one then she went and heisted her way headfirst into her own car while wearing a sundress. It was fucking hilarious and amazing.
While we were shopping afterward she was all sunshine, bubbles, and shoe recommendations. She told me that had brunch coming up with a frenemy and she needed her new ring to really hold its own.
Near the end she got quieter. She looked at me and told me she had almost gotten divorced from her rakish biker man. That she had filled out papers and everything. A new paramour had literally bought her a god damn house. But she realized she was still madly in love with him, and they had to make it work. And she told me they had to have a lot of talks, and communicate, that they’d allowed themselves to drift apart and that they made a choice to come back together.
I was obviously just hanging on her every word. I was walking her to the back to pay by that point and she hugged me, thanked me, and then turned her smile back on. Without missing a beat she turned and instantly overwhelmed my customer service rep by telling him she’d gotten in through the sunroof of her car without flashing anyone.
this is retail with a vengeance
I enjoy how Aztec gods have English epithets like "The Flayed Lord" but hes the god of agriculture.
Kinda gives you perspective as to what it musta been like for most cultures meeting Christians for the first time.
"Here is our god of compassion and forgiveness, depicted here being tortured to death."
Random Nahua farmer, already immersed in a religious culture that uses the imagery of bodily mutilation to convey the nuances of divinity: "Oh yeah makes total sense."
Nahua Farmer: "You see? He has been flayed to reveal the golden skin beneath, much like how maize is shucked to reveal the life-giving food beneath."
Spanish Catholic Priest 1510: "Man this would be so cool if I wasn't racist."
new gender for Pride month and already the haters are at it
I had a dream last night that since the boops were so successful, staff created a game called “Reverse Boop Tag” where a specific blog was “it” (marked by some symbol next to their name) and you had to find their blog and give them at least 500 boops to get the “Boop Hunter” badge.
Everyone descended on some poor user and blew up their notifs. Then the “it” blog would change every 12 hours for a few days. It was a lot of fun.
oh, blanket of my dreams
apparently native american tribes were in contact with the donner party and offered them food when they saw the colonists were starving and the donner party turned them down and decided to go the whole “cannibalism” route instead.
Until now the Native American perspective has been left out of the telling of the Donner tragedy, not because the wel mel ti did not remember the pioneers, but because they were never asked, or perhaps were not ready to share. Their oral tradition recalls the starving strangers who camped in an area that was unsuitable for that time of year. Taking pity on the pioneers, the northern Washoe attempted to feed them, leaving rabbit meat and wild potatoes near the camps. Another account states that they tried to bring the Donner Party a deer carcass, but were shot at as they approached. Later, some wel mel ti observed the migrants eating human remains. Fearing for their lives, the area’s native inhabitants continued to watch the strangers but avoided further contact. These stories, and the archaeological evidence that appears to support them, certainly complicated my interpretation of the Donner Party event. The migrants at Alder Creek were not surviving in the mountains alone—the northern Washoe were there, and they had tried to help. (source)
tfw a group of unprepared strangers show up, refuse the food you offer them, start fucking cannibalizing each other, and then call you the savages
The story of the Donner Party is hilarious to me because like, everybody talks about them like these brave pioneers who made the ultimate sacrifice in pursuit of their destiny or whatever the fuck, but they were just complete dumbasses.
Like, have you ever heard of the Murphy Party? Sometimes called the Stephens-Townsend-Murphy Party? They were the first wagon train of the pioneers to make it over the Sierra Nevada, two full years before the Donners tried it, first of the american pioneers to reach the shores of lake Tahoe, first licensed physician in California, etc. etc. Ten families, about fifty people, not a single casualty (they actually arrived with more people than when they left). Because when the Donners picked the most charismatic city boy as their leader, the Murphys picked a mountain man. Where the Donners decided to take a “shortcut” that was completely impassable based on a letter they got from somebody who wanted to drum up business for a trading post he was building but who had never actually driven a wagon, the Murphys scouted properly and stuck to paths their vehicles could actually traverse. Where the Donners decided to shoot at the people who were already living in the area, the Murphys asked the natives for directions. When they got snowed in, they sent a few men on ahead to bring back supplies to the rest of the party after building a sturdy cabin for shelter, instead of trying to hole up in shoddy tents and lean-tos before eating each other.
Not to mention all the idiotic in-fighting in the Donner party; they were constantly brawling or stabbing each other or exiling people or just leaving old men on the side of the path to die or “accidentally” shooting their rivals while cleaning weapons, while literally hundreds of other wagon trains somehow made it through the same trials without any murder.
So naturally, the Donners got a lake and a pass and a state park named after them and became household words, while anybody who wasn’t a complete moron got maybe a local park or a small creek.
Daaaaaaaaaamn.
It gets even better!
Donner was not the original leader of the group- the expedition started out under the leadership of a man named Reed, who did know what he was doing and had lead several groups safely to the Oregon Territory before.
When they reached the point where the new “California Trail” diverged from the Oregon Trail Donner convinced a large portion of the group to join him and travel across the Sierras.
Reed knew this was a very, very bad idea but Donner was apparently just- extremely charismatic and persuasive. Not only did the Reed Party safely make it to Oregon, as originally planned, but Reed immediately headed south as fast as he humanly could, and upon reaching Sacramento recruited a rescue party to bring emergency supplies up from the other side of the pass.
Unfortunately, it was already too late in the year and the weather forced the rescue party to turn back. Despite knowing the odds against the Donner Party surviving Reed refused to assume their deaths and stayed in Sacramento waiting for the mountain trail to clear.
So not only did Reed warn them not to, he was also the one that found the survivors afterwards.
Fuck Donner.
This… Hm. This puts into perspective some of Alex Jones’ lifelong pattern of insisting (baselessly, usually moments away from an ad pivot for storable food) that cannibalism in inevitable after a week without food, and that he’ll eat his leftist neighbors when the revolution comes.
He is just… exactly the sort of guy who would’ve been in the Donner party.
reblogging for all the additions
i knew this was how zazzle worked but for several personal reasons this has me wheezing
the cat’s named, btw, is Claude
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal - Caveman
the High Maintenance Coffee Prep community and the Hey Check Out My New Dab Rig community are the same people with different faces
I do appreciate how the High Maintenance Coffee Prep community has embraced a ridiculously steampunk aesthetic. This is how I expect Sherlock Holmes wouls brew his coffee.
Sherlock Holmes would brew his coffee in an old sock stuffed in a mug propped over the fire grate while Watson remonstrates with him not to give himself a botulism.
(then he drinks it with him after and secretly thinks its the best coffee he's ever had. It's not. Adrenaline just makes a good seasoning)
@shadow-manor there’s a thing coming up i’m going here for, if you’re ever in the Philly area this place is a must, email me & we’ll see what’s happening
Philadelphia Mausoleum of Contemporary Art: An all-purpose art gallery/event space serving the Philadelphia art community
This one needs to go right next to the Baltimore accent with the Aaron earns an iron urn.
In case anyone hasn't seen it
love how english started as a rhotic language and half the native speakers said, "oh, Fuck That Noise"
What I DEEPLY LOVE about the Baltimore one is how mad HE IS to realize what his own accent did to it. XD He's SO MAD. XD XD
my personal favorite
Some one do one for Minnesota accents
mooooore, do Philly, it’s the furry-fairy-ferry sequence that absolutely destroys us
You Are Odysseus
So
I’m a teacher of Classical Civilisation that has taught the Odyssey for over a decade and studied pretty much every myth and story with Odysseus in it.. I think
and I’m writing an Interactive Fiction (choose your own path) version of the Odyssey, inspired by the Homeric phrase “he turned his great heart this way and that”, where you are Odysseus, allowing you to follow his decisions or make your own
and it already has 400 sections to it - written to emulate modern translations of the Odyssey, including the literary features of simile, formula, epithet, and the rest - and 21 different ways to die, and quite a lot of period and theme-appropriate alternatives
(and if I get time, the option to be Telemachus or Penelope, although that might have to wait because it’s already a monster)
and I’ve tested what I’ve made so far on my pupils, other Classics teachers, and some of the leading (and best-read) Greek Mythology podcasters and YouTubers, all of whom have universally loved it (yay!)
(EDIT: Oops and I presented on it at the Classical Association conference last year)
I’m trying to finish it this summer, but need a bit of encouragement to do so
EDIT: and I forgot to say that ideally I’m planning on it being a beautiful BOOK with an old-fashioned cover and lots of ribbons to mark your place ❤️ (ex-bookseller ofc)
so, please let me know if you’d like to know more!
(EDIT: or sign up here go get notified directly when it’s ready: https://ljenkinsonbrown.wordpress.com/you-are-odysseus-signup/ )
Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
